"What?"


    "Why?''


    Most of the Janko retainers and bodyguards were trading nces, puzzled by Ciril''s sudden


    announcement.


    Only the stronger retainers were frowning as they pondered on Frank Lawrence''s name, more or less


    getting the idea.


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    "Could he be a member of the Lawrence family, formerly one of the Four Families of Morhen?!"


    "Is he the heir to the Lord of the Southern Woods?!"


    While everyone was left uncertain, Ciril coughed loudly twice andughed heartily, "Don''t worry, Mr.


    Lawrence. I have been around for a while—and I despise ingrates the most. If you have any requests,


    feel free to voice them! I understand that money is nothing to you... As long as it''s within our power to


    grant it, we''ll do our utmost!"


    "Yes, Mr. Lawrence! Don''t hold back on us now!"


    "Ask away, Mr. Lawrence!"


    Seeing how enthusiastic the Jankos were, Frank mused to himself for a moment before ncing at the


    invitation Ned was holding.


    "In that case, I do have a favor to ask," he said quietly.


    "Ask away!" Ciril said heartily.


    "During the Lionhearts'' wedding ceremony in a few days, and depending on the situation. I''m going to


    need your help."


    Frank refrained from giving details—he might have just saved the Jankos single-handedly, but it was


    still a pipe dream to ask them to go to war against the Lionhearts.


    To no surprise, Ciril frowned at his words, musing to himself before asking, "Do you bear grievances


    against the Lionhearts, Mr. Lawrence? If it''s Sif Lionheart, I could well have her brought back here this


    instant. But I can see you have been through enough to not get petty over mere squables and to


    challenge the Lionhearts for it?"


    Yed and Lothar both nodded—they agreed with that whole-heartedly.


    "No." Frank shook his head, his eyes shing coolly. "I suspect that the Lionhearts and Turnbulls are


    conspiring to force this wedding to happen. And the bride-to-be. she''s my woman."


    All the Jankos gasped right then, and even the usually dauntless Lothar was gaping. "A-Are you saying


    that you''re going to crash a wedding, in front of the Turnbulls, the Lionhearts, and every illustrious


    family in Morhen?!"


    Frank nodded solemnly. "If it''s necessary. But like I said, it depends on how things turn out."


    "Haha... Hahaha!!!" Ned wasughing out loud even as Ciril and Lothar were left hesitant. "And here I


    thought what it was going to be. And that''s all?"


    Nodding at Frank and putting a hand on his chest, Ned''s gaze shed with determination. "No worries,


    Mr. Lawrence—should you ask, you have my support even if it means my death! I owe you my life, and


    you didn''t abandon me when I needed you! That''s why I''d never abandon you either!"


    Ciril grinned in approval at Ned''s attitude and shared a smile with Lothar too—the brothers were


    certainly reminded of their good old days!


    "Alright!" Cirilughed cheerfully, spreading his hands, "In a few days, Lothar and Ned shall be


    attending the Lionhearts'' banquet. If a fight starts, we won''t hold back—we''ll support you to the end,


    Mr. Lawrence!"